First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189: No Regrets?
Audrina opened the door to her bedroom using her hips.

She walked inside, looking for Bekka and carrying a plate of something half-eaten and crispy.

“Darling, are you in here? I’ve got something I really want you to tr-”

The sound of a soft, gentle moaning coming from the bathroom caused Audrina’s ears to perk up slightly.

She closed the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards the bathroom.

She poked her head inside the doorframe and found three of her loved ones already inside.

Bekka was seated in front of a tripod with her hand in her pants, recording every movement that her darlings made with a strange dedication.

However, Bekka had certain priorities higher than sex. Such as fried culinary delicacies prepared by her oldest son.

It was easy for her to smell Apophis’ handiwork. Nothing could whet the appetite quite like his choice of peanut oil.

She turned her head from the intertwined bodies of her lovers and looked towards the door where Audrina held an unseen delicacy.

“…Whatcha got there, princess?”

Audrina smiled coquettishly as she crossed the bathroom floor to straddle her love. “Something I thought about sharing with you… if you ask nicely, that is.”

“Don’t ask me to roll over and beg because I will do it.”

“I’ll take a kiss on the cheek and call it a day. Though things might change tonight after a few glasses of wine.”

“I’m more than a little okay with that.”

Bekka took the plate from Audrina and started to pick up her fork.

“Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast.”

Audrina took Bekka’s hand and inserted her fingers into her mouth. For a moment, Bekka almost forgot about the dish under her nose.

Suddenly, there was movement at the door, and everyone in the room looked up to see Valerie enter, or at least a version of her.

“Hey, guys…? Anyone else feeling a little fuzzy in the head, or..?”

Audrina, Bekka, Lailah, and even Abaddon all let their jaws go slack.

“Darling… you look so… feminine..!” Audrina gasped.

Valerie folded her arms across her chest. “Okay, gonna pretend that the shock in your voice doesn’t hurt my feelings a little bit. Anybody else got something to say?”

Bekka raised her hand.

“Yes?”

“Can you come here real quick? I need to check something.”

Valerie shuffled forward, unsure of what exactly Bekka was looking for

Bekka lifted her oversized shirt and exposed her midsection.

Valerie’s abs were revealed to the room, not quite as pronounced as they once were, but still plenty arousing.

“Oh, yeah. We’re good here.” Bekka licked her lips before turning back to her fried monstrosity.

Perplexed, Valerie turned to the only remaining spouses in the room.

As soon as she turned her head, Lailah grabbed her gently by the face and kissed her hard.

Valerie was visibly caught off guard by the kiss, but not displeased by it. She returned Lailah’s kiss with an intense passion.

Lailah was the first to pull away, causing Valerie to release a small whimper with lust.

Her bronze-skinned goddess brought their foreheads together as she wrapped her tail around her waist.

“You are so fucking beautiful…”

Valerie’s cheeks became flushed with red.

Abaddon, slick from the. Shower and intimacy with Lailah, he approached his wives as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

Valerie held out her hand before he could get within ten feet of her.

“I am warning you right now, I can only get so wet, so put some clothes on so that I don’t dehydrate myself!”

Abaddon naturally ignored Valerie’s barrier and grabbed her hand abruptly.

Her skin was as smooth as silk and as fair as marble. She seemed to have lost some of her muscle mass and had it replaced with wider hips, long, brightly colored fingernails, and orange colored ends in her hair.

Abaddon touched her cheek affectionately, and she released a slight shiver.

He gently took a handful of her hair into his hand, pausing to inhale the scent deeply.

When his eyes fluttered open again, they were momentarily a deep pink color.

Valerie gulped.

“I, uh… think this might have something to do with the fact that I now have memories of growing up in a castle instead of a shack.”

Abaddon brought his body closer to Valerie and continued to caress her face warmly.

“…Be honest with me. Why’d you do this?” Valerie gestured to herself.

“My intention wasn’t to change you.” Abaddon said sincerely. “It was to spare you some hurt, however I was able. Because you deserve a perfect past, present, and future.”

Valerie smirked at him. “And I’m sure my sudden lack of sexual experience was just an added bonus?”

Abaddon suddenly tightened his grip on Valerie’s face without warning. His claws threatened to break past her skin with the slightest movement.

“My love… I hope you aren’t trying to say you’re upset about the deaths of a few little pissants. Because honestly… I think that would make me quite upset.”

Not just Abaddon, but Lailah, Audrina, and Bekka were all giving Valerie the same dangerous look.

She melted under the heat of their possessive gaze. Her pupils became heart-shaped, and her wings fluttered excitedly.

“N-Not at all… but I worry that we still haven’t seen the worst consequences of this yet. I mean, as far as we know, no one has ever-”

“It doesn’t matter what the consequences are.” Abaddon went back to holding her face gently. “I’ll be the one to bear them. No regrets.”

Valerie let her perverted side slip momentarily as she ran her hands over Lailah and Abaddon’s bare chests. “Are you… Sure, that’s how you feel?”

Abaddon opened his mouth to answer when suddenly, a streak of lightning rushed into the room.

Lisa arrived in a frantic rush. When she finally slowed down, she locked eyes with her husband.

A single shared glance was all it took for him to know she was more aware of what he had done for her than Valerie was.

She ran toward him, uncaring that he was still wet. She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.

She cried softly into his chest, prompting Abaddon to wrap his arm around her waist while he cradled her head.

As he held her, Abaddon slowly turned his gaze back to Valerie.

‘I’m sure.’ He mouthed.

–

That night, when Abaddon went to sleep, he felt himself slip outside of his body.

That wasn’t necessarily uncommon. Gods are responsible for monitoring a great many things. Sometimes, they do so in their sleep.

But Abaddon knew that things weren’t right when he didn’t see anything in the outside world. Instead, he saw inside of himself.

His soul was a swirling mass of black and violet colors. It’s vastness could not be easily quantified. It bordered on something boundless beyond the scope of mortal comprehension.

That was normal, or at least it had been ever since he started inheriting more of Oblivion. But there was something new since he checked the last time.

A white piece of something unnatural rested within him. It crackled and illuminated the darkness with a sense of agitation that seemed almost sentient.

Abaddon assumed this was what had been making him feel so sick. He went to the shard and, in his haste, attempted to remove it.

At the very moment he touched the shard, he felt his head explode.

Suddenly, he was back in the outside world again. Somewhere far, far away from Earth.

He witnessed alien beings, unlike any he had ever seen, laying waste to a pantheon of gods.

He recognized the largest one among them. It was a beast he had seen with Worldjoiner’s forces.

The creature seemed to be looking for something before he arrived. It held a badly beaten head god in one of it’s meaty hands and seemed to say something to him that the deity could no longer respond to.

Frustrated, he tossed the god’s limp body aside.

At that moment, the creature seemed to sense Abaddon’s gaze upon him and immediately turned in his direction.

Abaddon saw his crooked, vile mouth part to ask a single question.

‘Where are you hiding, Omniarch….?’

Abaddon was perplexed. It was a term he had never heard before, but he was in no position to ask about it.

Soon, he was being pulled away from his place in the galaxy and pulled somewhere much more foreign to him.

A realm swirling with a faded blue light. Streams of timelines twisted and turned all around him in a constant flux. Twisting, turning, dying, coming to life… it was all so constant.

It hurt his eyes a bit to look at. But after blinking a few times, it became much more bearable.

“First, you fling me from your realm, then you steal from me. I demand an explanation for your erratic behavior, Oblivion.”

Abaddon slowly looked up.

There, sitting on a floating gilded throne, was a beautiful man with jade-like skin and swirling eyes.

When he laid eyes on Abaddon, he leaned forward, as if he believed himself to be mistaken.

It was only when he realized that he wasn’t that his expression changed to one of horror.

“My word… what have you done to yourself, old friend?”